Its just one of those days, when all your anger gives way to a sudden explosion of peace, when the evening light flickers back on as the curtains fall, filling the darkest chambers of your heart with an earthy glow.
Peace and contentment. When things lose the importance you give them, and obsession gives way to indifference. When you sense your own shift in perspective, and you feel glad for the smallest and most trivial of things.
You stand alone, at peace with nature, and you smile at the endless stretch of clouds in every direction. You stand, high above, poised precariously, and gaze down at the innumerable specks of humans hurrying about their chores in an endless stream of life.
Its the feeling of amusement and awe that slowly dawns on you, when you see a colony of ants bustling about here and there, seemingly oblivious to the World around them. To our presence... oblivious to the presence of the greatest among us.
Morality decays into absurdity, and ego loses its worth, when you realize that the whole wide world is, after all, a farce.
The world is a mirror, and you always end up seeing what you want to see.
Those that crave for beauty shall find it even in the tiniest of places and events, and those that crave for power shall find every stone worth conquering. The World, as we know it, is a collection of fables from every man that ever lived.
Life evolves, times change. Species rise and fall, the best among them speculate, searching the answers for questions unknown. Their time runs out eventually, and dust covers theirs ruins, as their decline ends. The eternal questions remain unanswered. Memories erode, and yet, this too shall pass.
'Dust thou art, to dust returnest..'- Was indeed spoken of our times.
And yet we choose to sleep with our eyes wide open, refusing to let comprehension creep in. Enlightenment.
For in comprehension, lies our salvation. Or so we believe.
Like some guy put it forth quite simply, the only constant thing is change.
Absurdly random post, I know. What is a blog, after all, but a masturbation of self?
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8 comments:
Beautifully written.. So random yet feels connected..
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nice post.at 1st glance i overlooked it thinking it was boring. orey the thinkingse... pozhape illa pola???
onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngyum purila by the way i dint have the patients to read it fully
by the way mirror concept copied from delhi six aaa dog
this post brought out a smile in a most tiring day. feels like those words were picked from my head. cheers :)
@GS
straight from the head.. apdi dhaan irukkum :)
@Dipak
vazhkai thathuvam thinking.. unakku porukalaiya. :D
@Mooli
not Delhi 6... in one counselling session the woman told me that the World was a mirror. You hate in others what you hate in urself..
@Aarthi
all our thoughts r so different but underlined by the same train of direction.
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